One Direction Imagines

You Get Caught Cutting

Y/N = your name

*trigger warning*

Liam:

Your heart dropped into your stomach and your brain went blank. Your arms felt noodle like and you dragged the phone down from your ear. Your eyes were frozen on the floor.

"Babe?" Liam sat up, putting a hand on your knee. You eyed him, forcing down the bile rising in your throat. Your vision went blurry with tears. "Y/N, what's wrong?" He pressed, panic rising in his voice.

You excused yourself from the couch and walked until you were out of sight. Then you ran. Ran as fast as you could upstairs and into the bathroom. You shut it, locked it and instantly let out a sob. You leaned over the sink, propping yourself by your hands.

You looked up and saw your wet cheeks and shaking body. "She's dead," you whispered. You knew this day would come but not so fast. "She's dead, she's dead, she's dead," you repeated. You punched the hard marble counter in sudden anger.

Liam's drowned out knocks and pleads from the other side of the door were nothing in that time.

It's my fault, I should've been there for her like she was for me, and now she committed suicide.

She was your bestfriend and you told her you couldn't live without her, which was now so crushingly true. You had just gotten the call she commit suicide just last night.

In the corner of your eye, a small piece of metal gleamed brightly at you, seeming to be calling your name.

"No. Stop." You pleaded to yourself as your hand reached for the blade. Tears began to glaze your eyes. "S-stop." You whimpered. "You’re strong, you’re strong, you’re-" You lightly grazed the metal over your wrist, not enough to make you hurt or bleed. You clenched your eyes and tensed up, preparing yourself for pain.

Liam pounded at the door. "Open up! What's wrong?"

You tore at your skin and gulped down the cries of pain. Tears were leaking from your eyes and down your cheeks.

"Y/N?" Liam’s voice came through the door loudly.

"Fine." Your voice cracked leading to you letting out a sob.

"Babe, open up. Babe." He jiggled the door knob repeatedly.

"N-no. You’ll hate me…" You whispered, him not hearing. You slashed your wrist, not caring anymore and letting out a bark of pain.

"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR!!" He ordered forcefully.

You tore open the door and fell into his arms, your bloody wrist getting on his shirt. The pain was earth shattering, you cut deep this time.

"Y/N!" He gasped and wrapped his arms protectively around you. "Y/N. No, no, no, no. What on earth, Babe? No…" He was lost in words and utter confusion. He carried you bridal style and rushed over to your guys’ bed. He softly placed you down and looked you all over.

When he found the only problem was your wrist, he went right to it. He ran to the bathroom, gathered supplies and eventually stopped the bleeding.

"Don’t scare me like that, Y/N… I could’ve lost you..." And with that, he placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. You blurted what happened and he brought you into his arms. "I-I'm so sorry..." He muttered. You cried into his chest, clinging to the only thing you had left.

 

Louis:

You gave a soft smile to his family, hinting you were turning in for the night.